Chapter 2
Days later Nancy had still not gotten over what had happened between her and Mr. Mason. She walked around in a weird state of shock and amazement. It was hard to concentrate at school, and around home she was like a zombie. Her mother had to speak two and three times to her to get her to do anything. She felt as if she was drunk or something, hungover from the strange fuck-session in the garage.
She'd bared her tits for Mr. Mason without thinking twice. It was a kind of panic reaction when she found she couldn't express herself in words. She'd offered her tits to him, told him he could touch them, suck them. It was only natural that he should get excited. What else did she expect?
Well, she didn't expect him to jerk off all over her, that was for sure. She hadn't really thought it out, but she probably expected him to drive her somewhere romantic, somewhere with moonlight and water. A quiet motel would have been nice, with a big bed and clean sheets. But she would have let him climb on top of her in the car somewhere. Fucking anywhere would have been nice.
But what they'd done wasn't fucking, was it? He'd jerked off on her, it was that simple. And in his garage, too. It was weird and a bit kinky. What was a grown man thinking about, doing stuff like that? It was more like something one of the silly immature boys in her class would do. And he was a middle-aged businessman who traveled to big cities all over the country. It was hard to understand.
She tried to figure out if her feelings for him had changed. She didn't think so. She still loved him, didn't she? And if you loved a man you should be willing to let him do anything to you, surely, even if it was a bit hard to understand. Even if he called you a hot little slut and spurted his sperm all over your tits.
It was all very confusing, and she would have liked to talk to him about it. But a whole week went by and he didn't call her. In a way she wasn't surprised. After he finished jerking off all over her he simply zipped up, told her to clean herself up, and drove her home. He hadn't said another word to her. There was no reason to think he'd call her up and ask her for more.
Still, she felt a little hurt. She'd offered herself to him and he'd used her in a weird way and that seemed to be it. He had a wife and family and everything, of course. There was that to consider. But a kind word would have been nice. He could at least have called to see that she was okay after her wild experience. It wasn't every day a girl took a cum shower.
She tried to keep busy, to keep herself so occupied she wouldn't have time to fret. And after that first week her mood did seem to change. She felt herself returning to normal. She even began to take notice of the admiring looks she got from men and boys all over. For a long time she hadn't paid any attention to them, so pre-occupied was she with Mr. Mason.
After school she babysat several times, though of course she didn't get any offers from the Masons. And what with a full day of school, and the babysitting assignments, her time was pretty full. Life seemed to be returning to normal, and the wild session in the Mason garage seemed never to have happened. And then she got the call from Mr. Young.
She'd sat for the Youngs on numerous occasions, and she always enjoyed it because they lived in a really interesting townhouse that was built on several levels. There was a swimming pool out back, and a patio with all kinds of exotic plants. There was a huge TV room just down from the kids' bedroom, and Mr. Young's fascinating studio.
Mr. Young was a photographer, and he had this beautiful studio with floor-length windows that overlooked the pool. There were tripods and lamps everywhere, and more cameras than Nancy had ever seen in one place before. He sometimes let her look through the view-finders before he and his wife went out for the evening.
What was unusual about his call was that it came in the afternoon. She'd barely gotten through the door, and was still in her school clothes. Yet he wanted her to come over right away, he said. He would pay her twice the normal rate, if necessary. It was an emergency. All this was unusual enough, but once she arrived at the Youngs' home she was in for an even greater surprise-Mrs. Young and the kids were out of town.
"Out of town?" Nancy gasped. "Then why do you need a babysitter at all? What's the big emergency?"
Mr. Young led her through the large empty house to his bright studio and he was now smiling at her calmly, as if he was enjoying some secret joke. He was dressed in blue jeans and a T-shirt and he had a earners slung around his neck. He certainly didn't appear about to go out anywhere.
"The emergency is that I need a model at short notice. I have a photo spread to do and my model backed out at the last minute. I thought of you right away. I need someone young, and pretty, and preferably without any experience. You're perfect!"
Nancy blushed and smiled in spite of herself. "Mr. Young, that's crazy. I'm no model. I don't know the first thing-"
"You're perfect," he repeated. "I've been meaning to ask you to pose for months. You have an amazingly pretty face and a body that makes men go weak in the knees. And today you're even dressed for the part. If I'd dressed you myself, you wouldn't be more perfect."
Again she blushed and this time she looked down at herself, remembering that she was still dressed in her school clothes. She had on a crisp white blouse and a short navy blue skirt that rode more than halfway up her thighs. White knee-socks covered her shapely calves. Her blonde hair was tied up in two bunches on either side of her head with bits of pink ribbon.
"You want to take pictures of a schoolgirl?" she asked him. She was genuinely curious. It certainly seemed like an odd thing to want to do.
"Yes I do. Sit over there. Let's start," he said quickly.
And before she could react he had moved her backwards and sat her down on a bed that she couldn't recall seeing on her previous visits to the studio. He stepped back and took several quick shots of her before she was prepared.
"Mr. Young-" she began, blinking at the lights that shone down on the bed. It was still daylight outside and the big windows were bright with afternoon sun. The extra lights made her self-conscious.
"Knees together, very prim and proper. That's good," he instructed her, ignoring her protests and snapping his camera. "Hold your chest out. Be proud of those fine young tits."
Yet again Nancy blushed, and for the first time she wondered just what kind of photographs Mr. Young specialized in. It was the first time he'd ever used a dirty word around her, and she was a little shocked. But then she had other things on her mind. And before long she knew very well what kind of pictures he took.
"Open your blouse a bit. The first two or three buttons. And let your legs fall apart some. Show me some panty," he went on, as if this were the most regular thing in the world. "Don't be shy. We're just having a little fun here."
"Mr. Young!" she began to protest.
But before she could say anything he had stepped over to her, opened up the buttons on her blouse for her. He angled her knees apart with his leg and then moved back, so quickly it took her breath away. Her big blue eyes blinked wide, all bright and innocent.
"Relax, Nancy. Have fun. This may be your big chance," he joked. And he smiled at her so warmly she couldn't help but smile back.
This was all happening so fast. She felt as if she had no control of things at all. But she couldn't pretend she wasn't pleased and flattered at' all the attention'. And if Mr. Young wanted a few photographs of her, well, why not? The least she could do was help him out. He'd always been so nice to her. In a way he'd always taken a special interest in her.
She heaved out her tits for him, remembering suddenly with a happy flush that Mr. Mason had called them gorgeous and perfect. And all at once it didn't seem to matter so much any more that he hadn't called her in a week. Here was another older man obviously impressed with her face and figure. Why not enjoy his attention, at least for the time being?
"Very nice. Great," Mr. Young was saying. "Stick them out like that. Don't be shy."
Her tits strained against the tight fabric of her blouse, and even though she wore a bra underneath, the stubs of her nipples were still clearly outlined. The upper bulges of her deep cleavage were visible as well between the open halves of the blouse. The crack between her tits looked deep and luscious.
"Undo another couple of buttons. And let your legs fall open some more," he instructed, his voice soothing and kind. "These are going to be great shots, just great!"
He was on his knees in front of her, pointing his clicking camera up between her spread legs. He didn't touch her. He kept several feet away from her. Her navy blue skirt had ridden up high on her thighs, leaving her golden slender thighs naked. He could see the pale white triangle of her panties folded down tight over her crotch. He snapped several quick pictures of the lovely view.
"Go on. Undo some more buttons. Just for me," he soothed, noting her hesitation. "I won't make you do anything you don't want to do. You know me."
But still Nancy hesitated. Did she really know him? Just what was going on here? What was he up to? A little voice in the back of her head was saying this is far enough. If she let this go any further, undressed any more, there was no telling what would happen. What would her parents say if they saw the pictures?
"Mr. Young ..." she whispered shyly, not quite knowing what she wanted to say. "I don't think I should do this. It's not right ..."
"Not if you don't want to, sweetheart. You're right. But they are such pretty titties. It's kind of a shame not to show them off, to be proud of them."
He continued snapping shots of her gaping crotch as if he didn't care one way or the other if she showed her tits. Without quite realizing it she had spread her legs quite far apart, and he had a great view of her white-pantied cunt.
Nancy stopped to think. He did have a point. She did have lovely titties. Mr. Mason had said so. In fact Mr. Mason had liked them so much he'd jerked off all over them. At least all Mr. Young wanted to do was photograph them. What was the harm in that? Maybe it would make her feel good about herself. Maybe it would help her forget Mr. Mason for the time being.
"Of course if you're too shy ... If you think it's wrong ... If you're ashamed . . ." he went on soothingly, sneaking a peek at her gorgeous young face. He aimed his camera up between her golden young thighs.
"Okay ..." she murmured, seeming to come to some decision. She reached up for her blouse buttons and began undoing them. Her big blue eyes turned toward him for guidance.
"All the way. Open it up all the way," he muttered, relieved. "Pull it out of your skirt. Peel it wide open."
He was tilting his camera up again now, snapping shots of her tits as they came into view packed tight in her lacy bra. The tits bulged over the frilly harness lewdly, and the outer ring surrounding one nipple was partly visible. He stood up straight, catching her tits from different angles.
"And the bra. May as well take that off too," he went on, his voice even and friendly and professional. "Take it off slowly, so that I can shoot your tits coming into the open a bit at a time. Smile at the camera. Enjoy yourself."
Again the little voice was protesting in her head, but Nancy ignored it. She reached in front of her, unsnapped her bra, let her gorgeous young tits tumble free. She separated the bra cups very slowly, and the two halves of her blouse along with them. He clicked his camera as the brown stubs of her nipples peeked out from the loosened clothing.
He seemed to take dozens of shots of her, and when one film expired he just grabbed another camera. He had her twist and turn in every direction, and he bobbed and weaved in front of her, photographing her tits from every possible angle. He had her lean forward, so that her big tits heaved out and hung in front of her like ripe fruit. He made her get on her hands and knees on the bed so that the tits dangled down lewdly.
He kept coming in close every once in a while, aiming his camera at her stiffening nipples. And he had her lie on her back so that he could photograph her tits from above as they separated. Nancy began to breathe heavily, and she was surprised to find herself growing more and more excited as time passed. She wondered how he could stay so calm. After all, the sight of her naked tits had driven Mr. Mason crazy.
"Lift your skirt for me now, slowly. Pull it up all the way around your waist," he said after a while. He was leaning down over her with his camera aimed at her crotch. She was still flat on her back on the big bed.
"My skirt?" Nancy asked innocently, as if he was asking her to pass the salt.
Almost without thinking her hands hooked under the hem of her short navy skirt and she raised it, showing him more and more of her slender brown thighs. His camera clicked in appreciation.
"Spread your legs wide. Show me your panties. That's right," he encouraged. He was kneeling on the bed beside her, but he was careful not to touch her.
The skirt moved up her thighs, all the way, till finally the white triangle of her panties was in view. She rolled it up in her fingers, folded it up over her belly, watching him all the while. She was beginning to feel little tingles of excitement that she couldn't explain. Her titties, her belly, her crotch were all tickling nicely.
Again she wondered how he could stay so calm. Why wasn't he excited at the sight of her half-undressed body? Didn't he think she was sexy? Was she too young for him or something? She snuck a peek at his crotch to see if she could see any bulge there. His jeans swelled out slightly, but he didn't appear to have a hard-on or anything. What was the matter with him?
"Tug on your panties," he went on calmly. "Pull them up so that the bottom part slips inside your pussy. Perfect, just perfect! What a sight that is."
To her surprise Nancy was now doing whatever he told her without question. She pulled on her panties and immediately she felt a delicious shock go through her. The narrow crotch band of her panties had slotted between the puffy lips of her cunt. It had disappeared up there, in fact, so that Young was now taking pictures of her cunt-lips gnawing on it. He leaned in low for a close-up.
"Jesus, what a sight. That's great!" he murmured.
He could see her blonde crotch hair where it lined the pulpy lips of her pussy. The crotch band of her panties was now no more than a lacy string looped up her cunt. It was growing soggy, he noticed.
"Mr. Young ... I feel strange . . . " Nancy murmured. "I feel so . . . nice . . . " She stared up at him with her big innocent blue eyes. Her pretty blonde pigtails were bunched up on either side of her face.
"Good. I'm glad. Why don't you take off the skirt now and start pulling down your panties?" he soothed.
He said it as if he was asking nothing unusual, as if he asked this kind of thing of young girls every day of the week.
One more time the tiny voice in the back of her head protested. It was telling her that once her panties were off anything might happen. But once again she ignored it. She was beginning to feel so good. She was really quite enjoying herself. She unsnapped her skirt and tossed it away. She hooked her thumbs into her panties and pushed down.
"Nice and slow. We've got lots of time. I want to photograph your pretty pussy-hair a bit at a time. Lovely. Perfect." He leaned down till he was poised just two feet above her crotch.
"Mr. Young, do you think I'm pretty?" she asked suddenly.
Her thumbs slid down, hooked under the string loops across her hips. The white triangle of parity slipped far enough for a thin sliver cunt-hair to bristle into view.
"You're gorgeous. Just fucking gorgeous," he muttered, not missing a thing.
Nancy blushed. It was just what Mr. Mason had said. Somehow it made stripping her clothes off okay. Her thumbs kept on shoving, and more and more hair was revealed. She didn't have that much to show, just a small blonde thatch that clung to her cunt in pretty wisps. Soon it was all on display, a tiny triangle two inches wide.
"Okay, stop there a second," he said, and he snapped her with her white panties stretched in a lacy rope across the tops of her thighs.
Then he had her push the pants down two or three inches at a time, till they were stretched to snapping point just above her knees. He lovingly photographed each stage.
"Mr. Young ..." she murmured, her voice dreamy and half-pleading. "I feel so . . . nice ..."
Having her panties stuck up the crack of her cunt had made her feel stranger than ever. The tingles in her pussy were growing stronger. She had a sudden urge to touch him, and without thinking she reached out her hand and ran it up his thigh. Her panties were stretched out below her knees now and she had to shove them the rest of the way with one hand.
"Just a few more and then we'll take a break," he soothed, choosing to ignore her hand on his thigh. "Take your panties off altogether and pull your pussy open for me with your fingers. Show me all the nice pink stuff inside."
Nancy stared up at him dreamily. How could he stay so calm? She tossed the loose bundle of her panties across the room and let her golden thighs fall open. She was breathing heavily now and her stunning young tits rose and fell evenly. The nipples jutted up almost an inch from their circles.
"Mr. Young . . . please ..." she pouted, like a spoiled little girl. Her hand grew more daring and she let her fingers graze quickly over his crotch.
"Later," he said. "Now, pull your pussy open with your fingers and show me your pink."